the rot of reason

we give in fury what we won't in fun
but don't expect the answer to be loud
nothing we do can halt the moving sun

eye after eye the consequence will shun
of following the ever-fickle crowd
we give in fury what we won't in fun

so soon we find the full effort is done
and every corner of the field is ploughed
nothing we do can halt the moving sun

nobody thought that we would have to run
so very far nor that we would be cowed
we give in fury what we won't in fun

nothing we say would serve this time to stun
unwary minds nor to displace the cloud
nothing we do can halt the moving sun

you know from this the wheel was fully spun
for one brief moment all of us were proud
we give in fury what we won't in fun
nothing we do can halt the moving sun